"It brightens one up."
"Wonderfully."
"If we stay too much by ourselves we get selfish, don't we?"
"Intensely. And narrow-minded, and morbid, and petty and—," the words came charged with bitterness, "and intensely foolish."
"I 'm glad you crawled out before you became all those things."
"You gave me a hand or I should n't."
"I gave you a hand?"
"Yea," he answered, soberly.
"Perhaps—perhaps this is another of the things that could n't have happened to either of us alone."
"I think you are right," he answered.